Rebecca Winters - Becoming The Prince's Wife

“No.”

“I didn’t think it was. Have you gone for counseling?”

“No. It wouldn’t help.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.” In a panic, she started to get up. He helped her the rest of the way. “Thank you for being willing to listen.” It was time to change the subject. “Your uncle would be so happy to see how he guided you on your particular path, and more especially on how you’re putting that knowledge to exceptional use. If I’d had such an uncle, I would have made him take me with him, too. What you do can be dangerous, but it is thrilling.”

“You’re right about that,” he said, still eyeing her speculatively. “Shall we head out? By the time we reach the palace, hopefully Vincenzo will have good news for us about Max and we can all eat dinner together.”

“I hope so.”

They mounted their horses and took a different route to the stable. A limo was waiting to take them back to her wing of the palace. When they arrived, she opened the car door before he could. “You don’t need to see me inside. Thank you for a wonderful day.”

He studied her through veiled eyes. “It was my pleasure. I’ll call you when I’ve spoken with Vincenzo.”

She nodded before getting out of the limo. After hurrying inside, she took a quick shower, applied her makeup and arranged her hair in a loose knot on top of her head. For the first time in years her thoughts hadn’t been on Berto. They’d been full of the prince, who’d brought her alive from the moment he’d appeared at the side of the pool.

No matter that he had a girlfriend at the moment, it was hard to breathe every time Carolena thought of the way he’d looked at her. She could understand why any woman lucky enough to catch his eye would be willing to stay in a relationship as long as possible to be with him. There was no one like him.

Needing to do something with all this energy he’d generated through no fault of his own, she got dressed, deciding to wear a short-sleeved crocheted lace top in the same egg shell color as her linen pants. The outfit was light and airy. She toned it with beige ankle-strap crisscross espadrilles.

While she was waiting for a phone call, she heard a knock on the door and wondered if it might be the prince. With a pounding heart she reached for her straw bag and opened it, but it was the maid, and Carolena was furious at herself for being disappointed.

“Signorina? His Highness has asked me to accompany you to dinner. He’s waiting on the terrace.”

What about Abby and Vincenzo? “Thank you for coming to get me.”

No shortcuts through the grounds this time, but it gave Carolena the opportunity to see more of the ornate palace. By the time she arrived at the terrace, Vincenzo had already joined the prince, but there was no sign of Abby or Max. The two men stood together chatting quietly.

She had the impression this terrace was a recent addition. It was a masterpiece of black-and-white marble checkerboard flooring, Moorish elements and cream-colored lattice furniture in Italian provincial. A collection of exotic trees and flowering plants gave the impression they were in a garden.

Valentino’s dark blue gaze saw her first. He broke from Vincenzo and moved toward her wearing jeans and a sand-colored polo shirt. “Buonasera, Carolena. You look beautiful.”

Don’t say that. “Thank you.”

His quick smile was a killer. “I hope you’re hungry. I told the kitchen to prepare chicken the way Abby tells me you like it.”

“You’re very kind.” Too kind. She flashed him a smile as he helped her get seated. Valentino had no equal as a host. She decided he had no equal, period.

Vincenzo walked over and kissed her cheek before sitting down at the round table opposite her. A sumptuous-looking meal had been laid out for them. A maid came out on the terrace just then and told Valentino his mother wanted to speak to him when he had a minute. He nodded before she left.

“Where’s Abby, Vincenzo?”

“Max fussed all day and is still feverish, so we’re taking turns.”

“The poor little thing. Do you think it’s serious?”

“We don’t know. Our doctor said it could be a virus, but Max isn’t holding down his food. That has me worried.”

“I don’t blame you. Is there something I can do to help?”

“Yes,” Valentino inserted. “If Max is still sick tomorrow, you can keep me company, since Vincenzo will be tied up taking care of his family.”

He actually sounded happy about it, but the news filled Carolena with consternation. She’d been with him too much already and her attraction to him was growing. She flicked him a glance. “You don’t have to worry about entertaining me. I brought my laptop and always have work to do.”

“Not while you’re here.” Valentino’s underlying tone of authority quieted any more of her excuses. “No doubt you and Abby had intended to visit some of the shops and museums in Gemelli while on holiday, but I can think of something more exciting for tomorrow if you’re up to it.”

Vincenzo shot her a glance she couldn’t decipher. “Be careful.”

She chuckled. “Is that a warning?”

After finishing his coffee, a glimmer of a smile appeared. “On my first business visit here years ago, Valentino dangled the same option in front of me.”

“What happened?”

He studied her for a moment. “That’s for you to find out.”

“Now you’ve made me nervous.”

“Maybe you should be.” She couldn’t tell if Vincenzo’s cryptic response was made in jest or not.

“You’ve frightened her,” Valentino muttered. Again, Carolena was confused by the more serious undertone of their conversation.

“Then I’m sorry and I apologize.” Vincenzo put down his napkin and got to his feet. “Enjoy your evening. We’ll talk again in the morning. Please don’t get up.”

“Kiss that baby for me and give Abby my love.”

“I will.”

She’d never seen Vincenzo so preoccupied. Being a new father wasn’t easy, but she sensed something else was on his mind, as well.

“What went on just now?” she asked as soon as he left the terrace.

Valentino had been watching her through narrowed eyes. “I’m afraid he thinks my idea of a good time could backfire.” Carolena believed there was more to it than that, but she let it go for now.

“You mean it might be one of those surprises that’s the wrong kind for me?”

“Possibly.”

“Well, if you don’t tell me pretty soon, I might expire on the spot from curiosity.”

She thought he’d laugh, but for once he didn’t. “I’d like to take you sailing to Taormina. It’s an island Goethe called ‘a part of paradise.’ The medieval streets have tiny passages with secrets I can guarantee you’ll love.”

“It sounds wonderful, but that wasn’t the place you had in mind when you were talking with Vincenzo.”

“I’ve had time to think the better of it.”

A rare flare of temper brought blood to her cheeks. “Vincenzo is Abby’s husband, not mine.”

“And he enjoys her confidence.”

“In other words, he’s trying to protect me from something he thinks wouldn’t be good for me.”

“Maybe.”

Carolena’s grandmother used to try to protect her the same way. But if she got into it with the prince, she’d be acting like the willful child her grandparent used to accuse her of being. Averting her eyes, she forced herself to calm down and said, “It’s possible Max will be better, but in case he isn’t, I’d love a chance to go sailing. It’s very kind of you.”

She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Now you’re patronizing me.”

“What do you expect me to do? Have a tantrum?” The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it. She was mortified to realize she was out of control. Something had gotten into her. She didn’t feel at all herself.